Thesalor Greengift
Dec 19, 2022 20:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Thesalor Greengift on Dec 19, 2022 20:30:35 GMT -5
Thesalor Greengift
Gender: Male
Age: 239
Race: Wood Elf
Nationality: Moonglade
Appearance
Slightly above average height for a wood elf, standing at 5'9", Thesalor will lovingly tell you his wife towered over him still. His long hair is thick and straight, burnished red. The color further warms his umber brown skin and provides contrast to his brilliant green eyes. His overall stature is rather slender, but you would be a fool to underestimate him based on that. Thesalor will regale anyone of the hunts he partook in with his late wife in the Frost Gale and Dragon's Cradle.
Slightly above average height for a wood elf, standing at 5'9", Thesalor will lovingly tell you his wife towered over him still. His long hair is thick and straight, burnished red. The color further warms his umber brown skin and provides contrast to his brilliant green eyes. His overall stature is rather slender, but you would be a fool to underestimate him based on that. Thesalor will regale anyone of the hunts he partook in with his late wife in the Frost Gale and Dragon's Cradle.
Personality
Since birth Thesalor had never been particularly content with life. He always had to explore and question, often dragging his younger brother into trouble as he sought answers and adventure. Many who knew him would call him a loyal and cheerful friend, though perhaps a bit irreverent. However, since his wife's death, it is clear he has become a quieter, more introspective man. His smiles are forced, save for those directed to his daughter.
Since birth Thesalor had never been particularly content with life. He always had to explore and question, often dragging his younger brother into trouble as he sought answers and adventure. Many who knew him would call him a loyal and cheerful friend, though perhaps a bit irreverent. However, since his wife's death, it is clear he has become a quieter, more introspective man. His smiles are forced, save for those directed to his daughter.
History
Childhood saw Thesalor madly exploring the forest of his birth until he knew every nook and cranny of every tree. Barely a year passed after he reach maturity and Thesalor had disappeared into the wide world. Over a century, he returned home a handful of times, each time with increasingly wild stories and marvelous trinkets for his family.
On once such return, he brought an enormous barbarian of a human woman, clad in hide of her hunts, wielding an spear as long as she was and a large axe at her hip. His wife, Inga Bearsong, Thesalor proclaimed proudly. His aunt fainted. It had been a romance for the ages, he told. She had tried to kill him - he had the scars to prove it! - and he had convinced her he was not poaching any of her prey.
Over months, they eventually banded together with a few other adventurous types. Then years passed, each more fondly than the last. Finally, his darling lover could not hold in her love anymore and - smack! Ahem.
Rather, she got tired of him dancing about and she put a ring on him. She dragged him to her family up north, married him promptly, and now he was here with his family as proof. Once upon a time, his family had hope Thesalor would return home and settle down with a nice elven woman.
They looked at his wife, a bear of a woman and just as wild in appearance as Thesalor was in nature. Their hopes evaporated.
Mere years later, Thesalor did return home to settle after all. A babe of a single year in his arms, tears of grief not yet dry on his cheeks. A monster, he told them quietly. It had killed not just his wife, but his friends too. They had all sacrificed themselves so he could escape with little Norphira.
A year later, he remains with his family, raising his dearest gift from Inga with all the tenderness and love he can muster.
Be gentle with him.
Childhood saw Thesalor madly exploring the forest of his birth until he knew every nook and cranny of every tree. Barely a year passed after he reach maturity and Thesalor had disappeared into the wide world. Over a century, he returned home a handful of times, each time with increasingly wild stories and marvelous trinkets for his family.
On once such return, he brought an enormous barbarian of a human woman, clad in hide of her hunts, wielding an spear as long as she was and a large axe at her hip. His wife, Inga Bearsong, Thesalor proclaimed proudly. His aunt fainted. It had been a romance for the ages, he told. She had tried to kill him - he had the scars to prove it! - and he had convinced her he was not poaching any of her prey.
Over months, they eventually banded together with a few other adventurous types. Then years passed, each more fondly than the last. Finally, his darling lover could not hold in her love anymore and - smack! Ahem.
Rather, she got tired of him dancing about and she put a ring on him. She dragged him to her family up north, married him promptly, and now he was here with his family as proof. Once upon a time, his family had hope Thesalor would return home and settle down with a nice elven woman.
They looked at his wife, a bear of a woman and just as wild in appearance as Thesalor was in nature. Their hopes evaporated.
Mere years later, Thesalor did return home to settle after all. A babe of a single year in his arms, tears of grief not yet dry on his cheeks. A monster, he told them quietly. It had killed not just his wife, but his friends too. They had all sacrificed themselves so he could escape with little Norphira.
A year later, he remains with his family, raising his dearest gift from Inga with all the tenderness and love he can muster.
Be gentle with him.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
